Forever and Always

Alaina has been best friends with the adorable dimple faced curly haired boy, Harry Styles since she was born. They're a week apart and were always stuck by each other for as long as they could remember. She started to develop feelings for him in middle school while he's had feelings for her since they were little. Except they're both oblivious to know how the other one feels about each other. Their lives are far from being picture perfect, especially Alaina's. Her dad is dead and her uncle abuses her every day at home while her mother is not around. She hasn't told anyone about it...including her best friend, the person she trusts the most. On top of that Harry gets a new girlfriend named Danielle and he starts to ditch Alaina for her. It shatters her heart and it makes her miss the times they had together. The times where he didn't ditch her just to be with his snobby girlfriend, and when he showed how much he cares for her. No matter how many times Harry tries to fix things with his best friend, Danielle has to get in between. With all the drama that's going on between them, will they finally confess their love for each other or will everything come crashing down on them and they lose each other forever?

30. Chapter 29

A/N: Sorry for taking so long to update again. I'm almost done with my spring semester at college (AKA university) so by the summer I'll be able to update more depending on my work schedule. I really hope this chapter was worth the wait. Happy reading :)

Chapter 29

Alaina’s POV

I freeze in my spot, unable to move a muscle in body as I continue to stare at my uncle who is standing a few feet away from me with his scary smirk on his face. I can feel my heart pounding against my ribs and tears beginning to form in eyes trying my best to prevent them from falling. I can’t believe my uncle is here in my house when my mother kicked him out! How did he get in here? Our locks and every thing are changed. He probably broke in from the basement window and waited down there until I got home. Or maybe he picked the lock on the front door. Who knows? I just can’t believe he’s actually in my house again especially when I’m home alone.

I seriously don’t know what to do right now. I don’t know if I should run, scream, or call the police. Just seeing my uncle again in my presence makes me sick to my stomach but I manage to hold back the acid that’s churning in my gut. I take one look at him and he looks a little different now. His face along with his body are thinner now, probably due to not eating much and he looks like he’s been taking drugs and drinking a lot as well. After he was kicked out I was hoping that he was going to leave us alone and live the rest of his life just fine but I thought wrong. He’s doing worse. I should have known that since he’s such a mess but I guess I wasn’t thinking straight.

“Alaina,” Jamie mumbled.

I open my mouth and try to say something but nothing comes out because I’m too scared to speak.

“Well…aren’t you going to come over and give your favorite uncle a hug?” he asked creepily.

I inwardly throw up. “Favorite uncle” are you kidding me? I don’t remember him being my favorite uncle. I would never think of him like that for as long as I live. He hurt me and he knows that so why he even think about me calling him that? I finally manage to gulp and continue to stand in my spot unable to move. I’m still debating on running away but I can’t move. I’m too scared to. I can’t imagine what would happen if I even try to run. I would probably be dead before I can even blink.

“W-What…” I finally manage to say and gulp again. “What are you doing here?”

“I came to see you,” he replied as he slowly makes his way over to me.

“W-Why?” I asked.

“I just wanted to see my niece…you got a problem with that?” he snapped.

Yes it’s a problem.You’re in my house after my mother kicked you out. I wanted to say that but I didn’t have the courage. Instead, I gulp for the millionth time and shake my head really fast. I know I’m lying about him being here is not problem but I don’t know what else to do.

“Good,” he sneered.

Suddenly, my heart starts to throb in my chest when he started circling around me like he’s a shark hunting down his prey. I’m scared for my life right now. I know he hasn’t done anything yet but I know that something is going to happen. I mean, if he didn’t want to hurt me then why would he be here right now creeping me out?

“You know…me and my men have been watching you,” he continued. “You’ve read my two letters I sent you, right?”

I nod. I remember those two letters that he sent telling me to keep my mouth shut or I will regret it. And I did keep my mouth shut about it. I didn’t tell anyone else about him abusing me other than my mom and Harry. I was scared that he was going to do something if I told anyone else.

“And I’ve noticed you kept your big fucking mouth shut. Even though your mother and that weird ass boy that follows you around know but I’m surprised you listened to me and didn’t tell anyone else,” he said. “I thought you were going to not listen to me like you did the last time when you told your mom and that kid,”

“T-Then why are you here? Why are you doing this?” I stuttered.

He stops circling around me and looks at me.

“Because I needed to talk to you,” he replied. “Talk to you about how my life has been for the past few months. You know, I’ve been living on the streets for the past few months. Ever since I lost my job after I left, I lived in a homeless shelter but they kicked me out for some odd reason so since then I’ve been freezing on the streets with nothing. You know why I’m homeless right now?”

I don’t reply. I just continue to stand there in my spot unable to say anything. I don’t know what to say or do. I can finally feel the tears that have been struggling to fall from eyes run down my cheeks.

“I asked you a question,” he mumbled.

“I don’t know,” I whispered.

Suddenly, I gasp when I feel him tug on my hair and turn my head so I can look at him. His cold, lifeless blue eyes stare right at me sending goosebumps down my spine.

“Speak up and look at me when I’m talking to you!” he gritted.

“No! I don’t know!” I exclaimed.

He lets go of my hair and starts slowly circling around me again. My head is throbbing with pain but I ignore it because I’m used to it since he’s done that to me over a hundred times before.

“You don’t know?” he asked. “Hmm…typical answer. All right then, since you supposedly don’t know the answer I’ll tell you! The reason why I’m living on the streets and struggling right now is all because of you! If it weren’t for you I would still have a home but no you had to tell your mother that I touched you. You had to go crying to your Mommy like the little baby you are telling her that I was making your life miserable every night when she wasn’t home. I told you that if you told your mother I would kill you but you didn’t listen. Did you think I was kidding?”

I quickly shake my head. Of course I didn’t think he was kidding. I knew he was being serious about him killing me if I told anyone about the abuse but I didn’t know what else to do. When she found out about my bruises after my uncle purposely revealed what was going on, I had to tell her the truth. I couldn’t lie especially when she saw my bruises.

“Then why did you tell her? Huh?” he yelled.

I don’t say anything. I don’t know what to say. He’s asking to many questions and I’m scared for my life. My uncle stops circling me and stands right in front of me, looking at me with hatred in his lifeless eyes.

“Alaina…you’re making this hard on yourself. If you don’t answer me then nobody gets hurt,”

“I-I didn’t know what else to do,” I whispered and wipe a tear that was running down my cheek.

He laughs and shakes his head.

“Didn’t know what else to do? Were you tired of me trying to toughen you up and discipline you since your mother couldn’t do that herself?” he asked. “Maybe if you weren’t such a sensitive bitch like her then maybe I wouldn’t have laid a hand on you. I would have left you alone but no…you did the complete opposite! You kept getting in my way and not doing what I said when I was in charge of the house while she was not home. You kept bringing friends over without my permission, not getting up on time for school, and coming home late. You always had to ask your mother since apparently EVERYTHING was up to her even when she wasn’t home. You didn’t care about what I thought, you did whatever the fuck you wanted because you think you’re so special but guess what…. you’re not! You’re a worthless, selfish bitch!”

I continue to stand there, holding back the tears. I feel angry, scared, and confused. What did I do to deserve all of this? I was never in my uncle’s way and I always tried to do whatever he told me to do so I wouldn’t get hurt. He’s just making up excuses like he always did. I’ve been called a bitch, worthless, and selfish for the past few years since he’s been living here and I should be used to it but no I’m not. His words cut like knives because that’s what abuse does to you; hurts you mentally and physically.

“Got anything to say for yourself?” he continued after a moment of silence.

There are so many things that I want to say but I don’t have the courage to say it. I know if I even dare to try to stand up for myself, my uncle wouldn’t hesitate to slap me across the face for “talking back”. Instead, I just continue to stand there and ignore like I have been since I found out he was here.

“You’re not even going to apologize for how you acted? Huh?”

“No!” I mumbled.

“No?” he repeated, looking at me with pure hatred.

“No,” I said back.

It goes quiet for a moment and I can tell already that he’s starting to get pissed off with me like he always did. This isn’t good. I feel my stomach beginning to twist into knots due to danger I am in right now. My abuser is standing right in front of me but for what reason exactly? Why did he bother to come back? Like does he want revenge on me even though I did nothing wrong?

“You’re not sorry for disobeying me and not treating me with respect?” he asked.

I shake my head. No I’m not sorry. Why? Because once again, I did NOTHING wrong. He’s the one that should be apologizing because he hurt me for no reason. I did nothing to him but he had to take his anger out on me. I always asked myself why but I never got an answer.

“Well then…I guess I’m going to have to-“ he didn’t finish the rest of his sentence.

I begin to say something but then I get interrupted when I feel a sharp sting go across my face, sending me down on the floor. He just hit me again. After a few months of being away from him, I thought I was never going to feel that again but I once again thought wrong. I put my hand against my cheek and I feel my skin throb against my palm. I look up at my uncle with tears beginning to stream down my face and he looks down at me with pure hatred and disgust. Why? What I do to deserve this?

“Are you going to apologize?” he asked.

I once again don’t reply and I literally regret doing that. Without hesitating, he kicks me in the stomach knocking the wind out of me. I gasp for air, coughing and roll onto my side trying to catch my breath but I couldn’t. This happened to me before so I’m kind of used to it but at the same time it hurts so bad that it feels like I’m dying.

“Come Alaina! We can do this the easy way or we can do this the hard way. Either apologize or I will beat you again! If you say you’re sorry, I’ll leave you alone for good and not hurt you. You have 3 seconds,” he exclaimed.

3 seconds pass and I continue to lie there on the floor not saying a word. I know that I’m being stupid for ignoring him but there’s nothing to apologize for. I don’t know why he’s making me say sorry to him when I didn’t do anything.

“Fine! You asked for it then,” my uncle said after a moment of silence.

Then before knew it, he picks me up by my hair and drags me toward the stairs. I try to fight him off but since he’s a lot stronger than I am and I’m too weak from him kicking me in the stomach I can’t get him off. I start to cry silently as he drags me up the stairs and I grasp onto the railing hoping that I will break free from his grasp but it didn’t work he just kept pulling me, struggling to let go of the wooden rail.

“No! No! I’m sorry! I’m sorry! Please!” I screamed.

“You’re too late Alaina! I gave you 3 seconds but you refused to speak. Now I’m going to teach you a little lesson,”

“No! Please!” I sobbed.

He pulls my off the railing and takes me up the stairs as I continue to scream even though no one is going to hear me. He drags me across the hallway and I feel my skin burning from the carpet. He continues to ignore my pleas and cries and I just want to die so I don’t have to deal with this anymore. I bet tonight is going to be my last breath on this earth.

“This all your fault Alaina! If you said sorry then this wouldn’t be happening!”

“I-“ I gasped but I get interrupted getting my head bashed against the wall.

My head begins to ache from the blows and I couldn’t help but cry as he continues his actions. This is it; I’m going to die tonight. My uncle warned me that he would do this if I told my mom or anyone about the abuse. I should have apologized for how I was acting and then I wouldn’t be in this position right now.

“I told you I would do this if you told! If you said sorry for not being a good girl then I would have left and wouldn’t be hurting you right now!” he exclaimed and kicks me in the stomach again.

“I-I’m s-sorry!” I gasped again.

“You’re too late, Alaina. Nice knowing ya kid,”

“No...please," I whimpered.

Then before I knew it, my head is slammed against the wall again and soon everything went black.

Harry’s POV

I awake to the feeling of kisses going down my neck along with cute familiar giggles. Damn Alaina knows how to kill me. I groan with pleasure and gently run my fingers through her hair, tugging on it lightly making her giggle again while continuing to kiss my neck. I feel myself smile and open my eyes to look at her but then I realized it wasn’t Alaina at all. It’s Danielle. Why did I think that was Alaina kissing me? I guess that nice dream I had about her while I was asleep made me think that.

“Hello sleepy head,” Danielle said seductively.

“Hi,” I mumbled.

She giggles again and starts kissing down my stomach lightly. I have to admit it really feels good but at the same time I just want to push her off of me and make her get out. I can’t believe I actually got back together with her today, let alone fucked her 3 times. I don’t know why I gave in. I shouldn’t have but I couldn’t help it. She’s so fucking hot and it’s hard to say no to her. Wait… I just realized something! I was supposed to hang out with Alaina today after she got her homework done but I never did. I fucked Danielle instead. Oh my god, I’m such an idiot. I’m messing with my mind and probably with Alaina’s too.

What kind of best friend am I? What kind of best friend kisses her and promises to hang with her but then fucks his on and off girlfriend after? God, what is wrong with me? She probably called me multiple times today while I was busy fucking Danielle and is not going to talk to me since I ditched her again. I’m such a good best friend. Not. I sigh as she continues to shower my body with kisses and then I grab my phone on my nightstand to check to see if Alaina messaged me. She didn’t. That’s weird. She promised me she would call after she was done. Suddenly, my heart jumps in my chest when I realized what time it is:

5:30!

Shit! My mum is home! She probably came into my room since I forgot to lock it and probably saw Danielle and I lying in bed together when she came home. Great. I’m so busted.

“Babe…not saying that I’m not enjoying you kissing me like that but I’m afraid you have to go,” I said.

“What? Why?” she asked, looking up at me with sorrow in her eyes.

“Because my mum is home and she probably wants me to help her out with dinner,” I replied.

“Oh come on, it’s not like we’re having sex right now,” she laughed.

“Well if she comes up here and see’s us naked then it would be kind of obvious that we just did,”

She sighs and rolls her eyes playfully.

“Come on, Harry. We’ve only did 3 rounds and I think we’re ready to go for round 4…if you want,” she said seductively while lightly running her long fingernails along my abs.

Damn, she knows I like that but I can’t give in again. She has to go home. I sigh again and gently move her aside and get out of my bed to get my clothes.

“No. Come on, you have to go,”

“Ugh! Fine!” she huffed and gets out of bed behind me.

I turn on my light so we can see and then we begin to get dressed. After we were done, she grabs her purse from my desk chair and slips on her shoes.

“I guess I have to go out the window again?” she asked.

“If you don’t want my mum to see you then yeah,” I replied.

“Fine,” she mumbled.

“Sorry,” I said.

“Whatever,”

I roll my eyes. Damn rude much? I lead her over to the window and open it but before I let her go I give her a quick hug and a kiss.

“Call me later?” she asked.

“Yeah I promise,” I replied.

She smiles and gives me another kiss before leaving. I watch her make it to the ground safely and then I close my window, locking it and shutting the curtain. Thank god she’s gone. I take my phone out of my pocket, dialing Alaina’s number to see what she’s up to but it ended up going to her voicemail. Strange. She usually picks up her phone whenever I call. Instead I decide to text her.

To: Alaina

Hey is everything okay? Do you still want me to come over?

I wait a few minutes but she doesn’t reply. I guess she fell asleep when she got home. Whatever I might hear from her later. I lock my phone and then decide to go downstairs to see my mum. She’s probably making dinner or brought something home for us to eat so I should go down there since I’m starving. When I go down there, I walk into the kitchen and I find a box of pizza laying on the counter and my mum sitting at the counter watching TV. I immediately go over to her, giving her a hug since I haven’t seen her almost all day today.

“Hiii Mama!” I said cheerfully.

She didn’t hug me back. Since when does she not want to hug her baby? Usually whenever she comes home I always get my hug so I don’t know why I’m not getting it today. Damn, I’m such a mama’s boy. But who cares though? I don’t.

“Mum? You okay?” I asked her as I let go.

She turns around and gives me a look, making me realize that she’s pissed off. Shit she probably saw Danielle and me in bed together when she got home.

“Where’s Danielle?” she asked without answering my question.

“I-I don’t know,” I replied obviously lying.

She sighs.

“Don’t play dumb with me, Harry!” she said sternly. “Where is she?”

Shit! I knew she caught us. Should have locked the door but she would have tried to break in like the last time. Or I should have set my alarm on my phone to wake me up so Kendall could leave before my mum got home. But nope, I didn’t do that. I was focused on fucking around with my on and off girlfriend.

“Well?” she asked after a moment of silence.

“I don’t know where she is,” I replied.

Lying again. Geez what is wrong with me tonight? I always tell my mother the truth. She raised me to always be honest and not lie but sadly I’m not doing that right now. I’m lying to her.

“Harry! Stop lying to me right now! Where is she?” she asked again.

“Fine! She left. Happy?”

“Okay,” she mumbled.

I nod. Okay…I think we’re done here for now.

“Well…I have some homework to do I’ll see you in a little bit,”

“Stop right there! I’m not done with you,” she exclaimed.

I sigh and make my way back over to her just to see what else she has to tell me. I’m seriously not comfortable talking about my sex life with my mum. I’m not comfortable talking about it with my dad either. I usually keep that to myself because why do parents have to know that stuff? As long as I’m protected I’m fine.

“What is it?” I asked.

“I want to talk more about you and Danielle,” she replied. “What did I tell you about having girls over when I’m not home?”

“Uh…you let me have Alaina and her girl friends over when you’re not home. You even let Alaina and I sleep in the same bed!”

“That’s because I trust Alaina and her friends. They’re nice girls and they don’t do stupid things,”

Hmmm, little does she know Alaina and I almost had sex once and we’ve made out a few times behind close doors. And besides, Alaina is not Danielle. Not saying that in a bad way.

“You know Danielle though,” I said.

“Barely! And to tell you the truth I don’t like her. She’s not right for you and she’s very..…trashy. Not only that, she’s stuck up too. You know I don’t like when you hang out with girls like that,” she exclaimed.

I don’t say anything after that. I can’t believe she’s giving me this lecture. I’m 17, I should be allowed to let my girlfriend come over and fuck her a few times. Wait…what am I saying?

“Did you two have sex?” she asked.

“What? What makes you think that?” I laughed, pretending to not know what she’s talking about.

She raises her eyebrow at me like she always does when I lie. God, I hate when she does that because it kind of scares me a little.

“Seriously, Harry? I wasn’t born yesterday! You’re two teenagers in a relationship, home alone, and up in your room with the door closed. What else are you going to do? Play Scrabble? No!” she replied. “And not to mention I walked in there I noticed you two didn’t have clothes on since I found them scattered on the floor along with 3 opened condom wrappers on your nightstand,”

Shit! Shit! I’m busted. Never in a million years I thought this would happen. God, I can’t imagine how my mum feels at the moment. Probably disappointed due to the fact her little boy is having sex at 17 with a girl he doesn’t really care for.

“So?” I asked.

“So? What did I tell you about sleeping around?” she asked.

“I’m not sleeping around!” I exclaimed. “Danielle is the only girl I’m sleeping with,”

“But still Harry! I raised you better than that! Your dad and I told you to save yourself for the right girl. Not give it to some girl you barely know,”

“I know Danielle,” I said.

“But do you care about her?” she asked.

Yes I care about her. But not like that really. I don’t know why I waste my time with Danielle when I don’t really love her but I can’t help it. I’m 17 and I get sexually frustrated sometimes when I’m around a hot girl. That’s what we do.

“Not really,”

She sighs and shakes her head.

“I’m very disappointed in you Harry,”

Great, she pulled the “disappointment” card on me again. I put my face into my hands and groan with frustration. What is wrong with me?

“And also, while you were asleep I thought about your punishment,”

I shot up and frown at her. She’s seriously punishing me? Just for having sex? Now that is ridiculous. Who the fuck gets punished for that? A loser mama’s boy like me, that’s who.

“What? You’re punishing me because I had sex? Don’t act like you haven’t been 17 before,” I said.

“That’s not why I’m punishing you! You broke a rule and lied to me about it. And I know what’s it like being 17, I’ve been there. I had boyfriends, yes but I at least I waited for the special someone…well I thought I did,”

Of course you thought so. You married my dad really young but then you realized he was the wrong person. What’s the point of saving yourself for marriage when you could get a divorce like my parents did? It doesn’t make sense.

“Gemma is no better either but I don’t see you punishing her!” I said.

“Gemma is 21, Harry. Which makes her an adult. She’s also out in New York for school so I can’t stop her from doing whatever she wants. And when she was 17 I gave her the talk too,”

Again…little does she know, my sister would bring home her boyfriends all the time. I would always hear her rushing up the stairs with the guy she was with and going into her bedroom so they can fool around before mum even came home. I always had the nerve to tell on her but whenever I was about to she threatened that she would shave my head while I was sleeping if I did so I kept my mouth shut.

“So…how long am I on punishment?” I asked.

“A week. So that means, come home after school, no going out, and no video games. I took away your controllers while you were sleeping,”

“This is ridiculous,” I groaned.

“I’m sorry but that’s the way it is,” she said. “I love you and I just want you to realize that your actions can be wrong sometimes,”

I nod and decide to get myself some pizza. As I put two slices on my plate, my mum’s phone starts to ring. It’s probably Katie, Gemma, or one of her friends from work. I sit down at the counter and change the channel on the TV but turn down the volume so she can talk to whoever is on the phone.

“Hello?” she answered.

Suddenly, I hear Katie’s voice on the other line. She sounds scared, panicking about something and it made my heart drop. Something’s wrong. I hope it’s nothing serious.

She hangs up and goes to get her keys that are hanging on the refrigerator.

“Mum? What’s going on?” I asked as I hop off my chair.

“It’s Alaina,”

Suddenly, my heart drops again and my stomach twists into knots. What about Alaina? I hope nothing bad happened to her. I swear if someone hurt her or even dared to touch her, I’m going to flip shit!

“What about Alaina? What happened?” I rambled.

“She’s in the hospital. Apparently someone came into their house and hurt her while she was home alone,”

Oh my god! I feel the room just started spinning and my heart beginning to pound against my ribs. No my best friend can’t be hurt! She can’t be! She was fine when I dropped her off at her house and now she’s in the hospital. Who would want to do that to a sweet, beautiful girl like her? Wait…I think I know who might have done it. It was probably Josh or maybe Jamie! It has to be. Oh my god, Alaina can’t catch a break.

“So…what are we going to do?” I asked.

“We’re going to the hospital,” she replied.

“I thought I was grounded,” I said.

“You are. But that doesn’t mean you can’t see your best friend,”

I nod and get my shoes on before following her outside to the car. No wonder Alaina didn’t call me or answer her phone. She was probably in danger during that time. I should have been there with her then maybe this wouldn’t have happened. As my mum pulls out onto the road, she tells me to text Gemma to let her know what happened. It would probably devastate her since Alaina is like another sibling to her. I know Gemma is probably not going to be able to make it but it’s good to let her know. Oh my god, I can’t believe this happening. My best friend is once again in danger. I hope she’s okay. If she’s not, I don’t know what I would do.

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